Of course my water bottle is on the changing table!

I’ve got another few days of childcare-free work, and I’m less than thrilled about it.

I tried to convince my boss/dad that I needed to work from home this week. At home, I can at least get some stuff done, because there is more there for C to be entertained by and the front yard is fenced in, so I can bring her out without having to follow her around. But he rather quickly turned my idea down, saying that I needed to be in the office this week.

And that’s why I wandered around the office grounds for an hour earlier, swatting mosquitos and generally feeling miserable in the September heat. Yes, I have a low tolerance for heat.

C is mostly being good to me, although I wish we were at home with our favorite books and C’s “cook cook.” Plus I really had wanted to “work” from the zoo on Monday, and that plan was hard to give up on.

Anyway, that’s what’s going on right now. My parents are at the beach, and they’d better not bring me back a t-shirt.